You can feel it in the air.
The slow shift. The eager waiting. The world hums with hope.
Lights begin to appear on porches. Music returns to the airwaves. Our hearts remember what they almost forgot—the story that never grows old.
Christmas is coming. But not just the day.
The Person.
The Promise.
The coming of Christ is the coming of calm into chaos, of meaning into mess. He enters not through power, but through presence. Through humility. Through love.
In Unwrapping His Presence, I wrote about the miracle of God stepping into our ordinary. Not the perfect moments—the real ones. The ones with noise and confusion and doubt.
He comes there.
He always has.
This season, maybe we don’t rush toward the destination. Maybe we stay awake in the waiting. Let anticipation become adoration.
Christmas is coming—and with it, a reminder: Love still finds a way.
